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What to do… Beomseok.. baby…..his emotional damage is too strong for my poor heart. I had forgotten how much I loved him. He’s broken beyond repair, so young but also like a dead person..forevermore loving with his full force of destruction that swallows him entirely.

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Help me with a fic

So I'm pretty new to ACTUALLY INTERACTING with fandom as I really only post shii edits on tiktok and what not but I started writing a fanfic about Jean-Paul Valley/Azrael and Bruce Wayne/Batman

where it starts with Bruce confronting Azrael in the church of the Order of St Dumas when its literally burning, Bruce tries to save Azrael but Jean-Paul is only interested in killing Bruce who deems as a sinner, and the burning roof falls on them but Tim is quick to save Bruce while Azrael is assumed dead. Jpv was actually found by the Talia and the rest of the League, basically taking him in as their own. Bruce on the other hand has a feeling Azrael is alive.

I've already written a scene where Tim meets Jean-Paul in a cafe without knowing it's Azrael but jpv doesn't like Tim bc Tim doesn't really know how to respect boundaries(here Tim is 14). I'm now trying to write a scene where Tim is trying to get the footage of his interaction with Jpv as Bruce thinks it could help them.

This is all 900 words so far btw, and now I don't know what the hell else to put.

Sorry for the yapping, plz help me out here, experienced fic writers.

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afterglow — oh beomseok

synopsis — when you meet beomseok again under glowing neon lights, an unspoken understanding still hangs between you. now playing — no one noticed - the marias, afterglow - taylor swift pairing — oh beomseok x reader genre — angst, hurt/comfort, ex-childhood friends, set before the boxing ring scene, when he started to hang out with the delinquents at school cw — mentions of past child abuse (implied), cptsd, underage substance use (vape, alcohol), lyrics are not in order do not mention it i did my best to use them to the best of my abilities wc — ~2.7k part of the “i can fix him!” trilogy

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note: finally got my last fic out for the i can fix him series <3 DECIDED to make it part of my 400 follower special as well last minute, so i am so sorry if the lyrics are not super accurate to the scene, it was a last minute decision to add it in !! ugh this has been in my drafts for so long and i am so so happy to finally present this to my beomseok girlies and besties that just want our pookie 2 be happy </3

reblogs appreciated !!

you’re not even sure how you ended up at the club in the first place.

your friends had dragged you out, something about blowing off steam. a little rebellion. just some innocent fun—maybe not all legal, but not dangerous either. fake ids, a connection to a staff member, someone’s cousin’s cousin who knew the bouncer.

the bass hits like a second heartbeat. lights strobe overhead, too hot inside, drinks already sweating in flimsy plastic cups. you hang back by the edge of the crowd, eyes sweeping across the room, not expecting anything—

until you pause.

you think you recognize someone.

maybe i lost my mind

a lanky figure by the bar: jacket sleeves pushed up, fingers toying with a vape, flicking it up to his lips. he exhales slow, leans into the words of a girl nearby, all relaxed like he belongs here. and something about the way he moves catches you. familiar. almost.

but something’s missing.

you almost brush it off—but then he turns just enough, and your stomach twists.

no one noticed

oh beomseok?

no one but you

the boy who used to trail behind you with a book bag twice his size and bruises on his wrists. the one who hated loud noises and flinched too easily, glasses always slipping down his nose. his glasses, that’s what was missing. aside from that, this was definitely your beomseok.

but it also… isn’t.

oh beomseok is vaping, the cloud lingers near his lips as he nods along to whatever some guy’s saying beside him—loud, messy, clearly drunk. but he looks tired, worn-in, like a pair of shoes that don’t quite fit anymore. you watch him reach into his hoodie and pull out a wad of cash, handing it to one of the boys next to him. the kid beams and rushes off to the bar, probably to order another round for the whole group.

you’re already moving toward him, and before you know it, you’re grabbing onto his wrist.

he yanks back, eyes flashing. “what the fuck, man?” his voice is sharp, defensive. but you don’t falter.

may have lost it (i need a virtual connection) / i have lost it (be my video obsession)

you grab his wrist again—tighter this time. your grip says you’re not messing around. “cut the bullshit, beomseok,” you mutter, dragging him through the crowd before he can resist again. his steps stumble behind you, but he follows.

you find a quieter corner near the back wall, where the bass thuds dull and distant. red lights flicker overhead. the air smells like sweat and smoke and too-sweet liquor.

you shove him—not hard, just enough to get his back against the wall.

his eyes narrow, guarded. but you catch the flicker there. the hesitation. like something in him recognizes you.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, voice steady, jaw set. “what a reunion, beomseok-ah.” you add, sarcasm dripping from your tongue.

his eyes meet yours—and something in them falters. like recognition stumbles into him too fast, as if it knocks the wind out of him, his mouth parting just slightly.

“y/n…?” he says your name like a secret. like it’s been buried somewhere he didn’t think anyone would find, “w-what are you doing here?” hi s voice falters.

“don’t flip it on me,” you mutter, arms crossed. “i asked first.”

he hesitates, “i’m just—out with friends.”

“friends?” you scoff. “i just watched you pay for their second round of drinks. didn’t see them offering to chip in.”

he doesn’t reply, just shifts his weight from one foot to the other like the floor’s suddenly unstable.

you exhale through your nose and grab his wrist again. “come with me.”

if you believe me i guess i'll get on a plane / fly to your city excited to see your face

you take his hand, pulling him away from the pulsing speakers and sticky floors, past bodies pressed together and clouds of cigarette smoke, until you’re outside, his hand in yours, feeling the warmth of it despite the cold air surrounding you as you lead him out into the neon-lit streets. the city buzzes around you, but it feels like you’re in your own little bubble, just the two of you. the breeze hits you both, a sharp contrast to the heat of the club you left behind.

you walk for a while, not really knowing where you’re headed, but you’re not rushing. you don’t really want to leave him alone, not like this. somehow, you end up at a 7-eleven, the bright lights of the convenience store a welcome change from the chaos outside.

without thinking, you grab a hangover drink off the shelf—something to steady the night, to offer some kind of relief. you pop it open and walk over to him, pushing it into his hand.

his eyes avoid yours, his face turned away as if he’s trying to shut himself off from you. it’s painful to watch, but you’re not letting him slip away again. “here,” you say, voice softer than before, “you should drink it. you look like you need it.”

he doesn’t respond right away, the silence between you both stretches. beomseok doesn’t really push you away this time around, his fingers brush the bottle briefly, but it’s clear that something’s stopping him from facing you completely.

you watch as his fingers tighten around the can, but he still doesn’t look at you. the silence hangs heavy, and you can’t stand it anymore. you step a little closer, your voice a little more urgent.

“beomseok… talk to me. this just isn’t you.”

no one tried / to read my eyes

he finally turns his face towards you, his eyes avoiding yours, but his words hit harder than you expected. “it’s been years, yn. you don’t know who i am anymore…”

no one but you

you feel a pang in your chest, but you don’t back down. you step forward, placing a hand on his arm, more firmly this time, almost desperate.

“no,” you push, your voice strong and steady. “i do know you. the real you. and this—this isn’t it. you’re hiding behind all of this. i don’t care what’s changed. i care about who you are, beomseok.”

he flinches slightly at your words, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he quickly masks it again. it’s like he wants to fight back, but the weight of your words is enough to make him pause, just for a second.

come on, don't leave me it can't be that easy, babe

the silence stretches between you two, but you can’t let it hang there any longer. your voice softens, quieter now, like you’re afraid to speak the truth but know you need to.

“is it... is it your father again?” you finally cut through the quiet, your gaze searching his face for some sign, some clue.*

you see how he tenses, the tightness in his posture, and something inside you shifts. without thinking, you slide your arm over his shoulder, pulling him just a little closer to you. your hand gently rubs his arm, offering him a kind of grounding warmth that he hasn’t allowed himself in a long time.

hold me, console me and then i'll leave without a trace

“oh, beomseok…” you murmur, your voice full of quiet empathy. the words are more than just a sigh; they’re a soft acknowledgment of everything he’s carrying, of all the weight he’s been hiding behind that tough facade.

his body stiffens at first, but slowly, you feel him relax under your touch, just a little. the act is simple—just a touch—but it’s enough to make him stop pretending, if only for a moment. he doesn’t pull away.

beomseok breathes out shakily, and you can feel the weight of it, like he’s been holding his breath for far too long. he doesn’t say it out loud, but you can tell he needs this—needs you to be here with him.

i pinned your hands behind your back, oh / thought i had reason to attack, but no

slowly, almost as if he’s too exhausted to fight it, his head leans in to rest on your shoulder. his breath is warm against your neck as he buries his face there, gripping the hangover drink in his hand, the can trembling slightly as he exhales again, shaky and uneven.

you feel his breath against your skin, the tremor in his grip, and your heart tightens. there’s so much he’s been holding back, so much he’s been too afraid to show. but right here, in this quiet moment, you can feel the weight of his vulnerability.

it's so excruciating to see you low

you don’t pull away, just let him be, your hand still gently rubbing his shoulder, grounding him, offering the comfort he’s too scared to ask for.

just wanna lift you up and not let you go

and like for the first time that night, you finally recognize the beomseok you used to know, soft and unguarded, the one who used to cling to you when everything felt too heavy. the boy you always tried to protect. just like this.

“hey.” you let him pull back just a little, enough to lift his head. your hands find his shoulders gently, steady, coaxing him to face you. “look at me.”

his eyes meet yours, still guarded, still tired. but you hold his gaze like you mean it.

“i like when you’re like this,” you say, quiet but certain. “real. not all… tough. not pretending to be someone else.”

no one but you

your grip on his shoulders tightens just a little. grounding him.

“you’re kind,” you murmur. “maybe a little soft-hearted. but that’s not a bad thing, beomseok. don’t forget that.”

his breath catches, like he doesn’t know how to believe you yet. but he’s listening.

you pause, jaw tight, gaze unwavering. “the guy i saw back there? in the club?” you shake your head. “that’s not you.”

he doesn’t say anything right away. just stares down at his shoes, shoulders slightly hunched, like he’s bracing for something. you can see the way his fingers curl tighter around the bottle, the silence stretching between you.

then, slowly, his eyes flick up—not fully, just a glance from beneath his lashes. hesitant. almost like he’s scared of what he’ll find that he had already buried deep if he really looks at you.

like he doesn’t think he deserves to.

you feel your chest tighten a little. you keep your hands on his shoulders, steady.

i need to say, hey / it's all me, just don't go

“beomseok-ah,” you say, softer now. “it’s okay. i’m not going anywhere.”

you give his shoulders a light squeeze. not to rush him, just to remind him you’re still here. he still won’t meet your eyes all the way—just glances up at you from under his lashes, like holding eye contact would crack something open.

you let out a quiet breath. step a little closer.

“you don’t have to pretend now,” you murmur. and then—gently—you reach up and wrap your arms around him, loose at first, around his shoulders. your chin rests near his collarbone, the way it used to when things got bad.

“we can go through it again,” you whisper. “just like when we were kids.”

he doesn’t move right away. but he doesn’t pull away, either.

you shift your arm a little, meaning to hold him tighter—and that’s when you notice it. something hard presses faintly against your ribs, caught between you. your fingers reach down, curious, and brush against the edge of plastic.

you pull back slightly, just enough to glance down—and there they are. tucked halfway out of his hoodie pocket, half-crushed but unmistakable: his old glasses.

your chest tightens.

he brought them. he’s still carrying them, even if he refuses to wear them. like some part of him can’t let go.

you don’t say anything. you just ease them from his pocket with careful fingers, slow enough that he barely stirs. and then, without asking, you guide them gently onto his face. he flinches a little at the contact—like he thinks you’re going to push him away—but you don’t.

instead, you adjust them on the bridge of his nose, the way you used to when they always slid down. the frames sit slightly crooked, lenses already smudged.

your hand lingers at the side of his face for a beat longer than it should. then, quietly, like it’s second nature, you ruffle his hair.

“there,” you whisper, “now you look like my beomseok again.” pulling him back into your arms.

he doesn’t say anything.

chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us

and then—quietly, without meaning to—his vision starts to blur. tears prick at the corners of his eyes, sharp and sudden. he tries to blink them back, but it just makes everything worse. the glasses fog a little—like they remember him too, the edges of the world softening, slipping out of focus.

and all he can see is you. or maybe not even really you—just the curve of your shoulder, the messy strands of your hair, close and steady in front of him. the warmth of your body against his. you’re the only real thing in his whole line of sight.

he swallows hard, his throat tight. and then—slowly, like he’s scared to even do it—his hands come up, just barely brushing against your back. he holds you like you’ll slip through his fingers if he’s not careful. but then something snaps inside of him,

went off like sirens, just crying

his fingers twist into the fabric of your clothes, and suddenly he’s clutching you like you’re the only thing keeping him upright. his shoulders shake. the sob hits his chest first, then his throat, and then he’s just—crying. really crying. a full-body kind of ache, like he’s been holding it in for years. like he didn’t know he was allowed to fall apart until now.

it's on your face, don't walk away, i need to say

his shoulders tremble under your hands, full-body shakes like he can’t keep it in anymore. “god, y/n...” he whimpers, voice cracking as his thumbs dig into your back, desperate. like if he lets go even a little, he might fall apart for real this time. you lift one hand, slow and steady, and thread your fingers through his hair, brushing it back gently, soothing him the way you used to when you were kids. like muscle memory.

hey / it's all me in my head

“you’re okay,” you murmur, voice barely there. “you’re okay. i’ve got you.”

tell me that you're still mine / tell me that we'll be just fine / even when I lose my mind

and that night, beomseok doesn’t go home.

if you can even call it that—home.

he hesitates at the thought of it, like the word tastes wrong in his mouth. like it doesn’t quite belong to him. he doesn’t go back to that house—the one with slamming doors and cold hallways, where bruises are worn like silence and silence weighs heavier than words. the place that still smells like fear and waiting and things left unsaid.

instead, he goes with you.

i don't wanna lose, i don't wanna lose this with you

no questions. no second-guessing. just your hand holding his, steady and sure, like a lifeline he didn’t know he was allowed to take.

it’s quiet in your room. the kind of quiet that doesn’t feel heavy. beomseok lies on his side, curled up with his head pressed gently to your chest, right where he can feel the steady rise and fall of your breathing. like a grounding rhythm. like safety.

i need to say, hey / it's all me, just don't go

your arm stays wrapped around him, thumb tracing slow lines over the curve of his shoulder. his glasses are gone—left on your nightstand, lenses smudged and forgotten. his eyes are swollen and tired, puffy from all the crying, but they’re finally closed.

he doesn’t say anything. he just lets himself rest there, breathing in sync with you. after the blinding glow of the club and the alcohol, the neon lights and too many people who never looked close enough—this is what feels right.

meet me in the afterglow

and for once, beomseok feels like maybe he’s safe, maybe he’s allowed to stay, that he finally belongs somewhere—loved, protected, not needing to put up an act. that someone sees him.

if you liked this, i appreciate a reblog as well :3 it helps my works and writing spread to other ppl very effectively !!

💬 do u guys ever think that maybe, just maybe, if beomseok had this type of support system in the show, he wouldn’t have ended up that way? just someone to hold him, console him, and just see him, yk?

note: will be one of my last uploads before i go on a short break (to work and finish requests lol) so i will be back very soon, just no new fics released for a couple days ^^ i aim to be back by tuesday or wednesday next week (may 13 or 14) so thank u for giving the blog so much love and see u again soon !! and if ur still reading this, reblog with a photo of ur favorite whc boy <3 (hehe i might use it for something ;p)

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There’s a reddit thread rn abt how old Dick should be when he becomes Robin and Nightwing and it’s taking all my willpower not to comment “let that third grader kick a henchman in the nuts!” The AMOUNT of people insisting he’s gotta be 12+ when he becomes Robin DISGUSTING it’s horrible I hate it. You want him to be a TEENAGER when he starts being Robin? I’m gonna gag. He should be a feral terrifying wraith of a child who puts the fear of God in these goons making poor life choices, bc why is a small child roundhouse kicking them in the mouth and knocking out a tooth and then cackling about it from the rafters? “iT’s mORe reALisTic!!1!” It’s a COMIC it’s a cartoon when the fuck was BATMAN AND ROBIN supposed to be realistic??All the more reason to hate Reddit tbh

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it is very privileged to make ww3 jokes considering many iranians are gonna lose their lives and homes. while the genocide of palestinians is still going on. now is not the time to joke

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Hey guys just a daily reminder as a DC fan:

Hal Jordan wasn't intentionally written to get with that alien girl and the guy who changed it to that got arrested for, say it with me now, being a diddler. We hate him not Hal.

Grant Morrison has admitted regret for retconning Talia as a rapist and it can be argued it's not canon but if it's not...

You don't have to accept every canon, the writers sometimes don't.

Zatanna is canon closer to Bruce's age.

Roy and Oliver have made amends.

Batman is canonically Jewish on his mother's side.

Talia and Ra's are Arab and Chinese and have brown skin.

Jason Todd wasn't the angry Robin.

Bruce Wayne and Jason did have a good relationship and there wasn't something that secretly matter with him.

Jason was NEVER mad at Bruce for not saving him. Just for the Joker still living.

The bastards who voted for Jason to die are still living.

Jason actually does forgive and forgave two face for killing his dad.

James Gunn is handsome... That's mostly for me.

Anything you want to add comment or reblog!

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Look I don’t care how implausible it is, I don’t care how ridiculous it is. Dick is eight years old when he becomes Robin. It’s the funniest fuckin thing and I refuse to ever make him older than eight when he bullies a grown ass Bruce into letting him go out at night with him.

Does Bruce take him on kiddie runs until he’s a little older? Maybe. Does Batman stand menacingly behind a brightly colored little bird to threaten the goons while Robin can’t see him? You know he does.

But Robin is still actually terrifying when he first appears on the scene, because he’s a teeny tiny fluttery little thing that does cartwheels and handstands and makes puns then launches himself full force to kick a man in the nose and then cackles when he bleeds. His laughter makes goons shiver, they hear it bouncing around warehouses and half of them bolt, because they learn very quickly what happens when a feral Robin appears.

The Gotham rogues all immediately have beef with a literal third grader because he took the bats attention away and also because he’s roundhouse kicked them all in the shins at some point and that shit hurt like hell, and then he laughed in their faces while making a pun about their villain name.

Majority of the rogues everywhere hate Nightwing because they all know he used to be the feral child that they all thought Batman should have put on a leash, half of them have been straight up bitten by him before he lost all his baby teeth, and they’re all so bitter about the fact that they’ve been beaten by an actual elementary school student. And now he’s all grown up? He’s fucking terrifying.

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Superfam and Found Family: What it Means to Choose

I have seen a lot of my beloved mutuals talk about adoption as a theme in the superfam, and thats true, thats very much a thing, but thats more a subsection of the larger idea with the superfamily: You get to choose your family, and define your relationship to them.

Clark and Kon come to mind. They've been discussed a lot lately, huh? Namely people saying Clark does not treat Kon well. This is false, by the way, they get along great.

But let's sort of dig into the actual story told by their relationship here: Kon was created by Lex without Clark's consent. Clark had no say in how part of his DNA would be used to create a new life.

(This is coincidentally why it irks me that certain fans will act like Clark is a monster for even HYPOTHETICALLY not wanting a relationship with Kon. Guys, you sound like pro-lifers. Lets watch it!)

Despite this, Clark accepts Kon with open arms. Now, as myself and others have pointed out, Kon's technically... he's not a clone, he's a test tube baby. Technically, biologically, he's Clark & Lex's son. D.. diversity win...?

But thats not how Clark and Kon choose to define their relationship. They instead decide, hey, we were raised by the same people, we're brothers.

Kon is not an outsider to the Superfam, even as he is an outsider to this world- He is welcomed with open arms once it is clear he needs a home. And with Clark and Kon, they get to choose how they define their relationship, not Lex, not anyone else.

Then, John Henry and Nat. John Henry is not Natasha's father, but their relationship is very complex and often veers into that territory, for the simple reason that he shows up for her in that capacity when Natasha's own father fails her.

Even while their relationship has its ups and downs (read 52 guys for THEM), they manage to forge a relationship based on mutual respect, enough to the point where during Steelworks, she is not just his niece, but his partner in building a better tomorrow. It is a fatherly/daughterly relationship built on mutual respect largely independent of their blood relation, built on the security that Clay failed to provide Natasha with.

Of course, to talk about adoption, Clois adopting the twins. I think Phillip Kennedy Johnson handles the topic of adoption EXPERTLY with Otho-Ra and Osul-Ra, specifically as a metaphor for transracial/transethnic adoption.

Clark's relationship with the twins is built throughout the Warworld saga, and does not start... great (they discuss looting his corpse lol), and often they. But Clark understands that the kids are traumatized, and seeks to guide them to a better situation.

Now I would be irresponsible to not mention that, during this time, Clark is still struggling with Jon's age up. He mumbles, disoriented during their first meeting, that the kids are the same age as his son (no they are not). In a less tightly written book by a worse writer, it'd be a thing where Clark completely uncritically finds 'replacement kids' in the twins... Which is NOT what happens here, because PKJ is the GOAT.

In the end, his relationship with the twins is built not only independently of his struggles with Jon, but the way he connects with them helps Clark realize that whats done is done. They need him to be Clark, not a man hanging onto the past he will never get back. To move forward, they must do it together, it won't work if the twins remain on Warworld and he remains mentally in Hamilton. Its why it is SUPER important, also, that in the end, Clark doesn't ask them to come with him- rather, they ask to go with Clark.

(Sidenote: The twins lost not only their parents on warworld, but an older brother, too. Clark isn't the only one who finds a healing way forward via the Ra-El relationships, but that's gonna be another post!) And their hero names, Red Son and Starchild, are from their original culture (the Phaelosians), a culture that was systematically robbed from them when Warworld trafficked them into service. Rather than forcing them to conform to the house of El and their legacy, they help the kids reconnect.

These are his children. They found each other in the scariest place in the universe, and together, they find a way past the things they've both suffered through.

I'm afraid I don't know much about Kara (kara mutuals, reading recs appreciated! i've only ever read WOT and a few issues of the most recent Supergirl run) but I do know that her relationship to Clark is inherently different than it was supposed to be, and she has to roll with it and redefine it accordingly. She was supposed to be older than him, be able to take care of him, but by the time she actually finds him, he's the one doing that for her.

(I dont really have a panel here I fear, so look at the pretty art from Woman of Tomorrow. If someone wants to say more on Kara, you're welcome to hijack my post for a bit!)

Kenan is an example of this theme going kind of sideways and being examined from another angle- He's forced to choose between his two found families, and with either choice, he stands to lose something. Either his connection to Superman, or his connection to home:

Kenan already has a messy relationship with family, considering the soap opera level drama his parents inflict on him in his solo. Now, separated from his culture by circumstances he can't control, Kenan's relationship with the Superfam is forced by circumstance, even as it isn't unwanted. He's forced to make the most of what he has.

Then you have Clark and Jon, where the 'and define your relationship to them' part of my thematic statement REALLY becomes important.

I've seen it argued many times that giving Jon the Superman mantle weakens the theme of found family, but I'd argue it strengthens it, because Jon not having a choice in becoming Superman is EXPLICITLY framed as a bad thing.

Jon's not ready to be Superman. He doesn't even really WANT to be superman. But because of the circumstances of his birth, the world, and his father, push him into it. Clark never asked Jon to be Superman, during the Son-of-kal-el + Warworld era. He assumed he would be.

It tarnishes Clark & Jon's relationship, actively preventing Jon from connecting with his father and the WORLD fully in the way they both want. This is a key theme of Superman: Son of Kal El, from the very moment of Jon's actual birth:

All throughout post-age up Jon is the idea that Jon is just as burdened by the expectations placed upon him by his blood as he is comforted by what the mantle represents.

(I know I use this panel like every analysis but its a GOOD PANEL, SHUT UP) And there's of course the fact that... y'know. Well. Y'know.

Y'KNOW.

I think there's a potentially strong story in either Jon walking away from the mantle entirely, or redefining it to be his own. But first, he's going to have to suffer for the fact he wasn't ready for what many people call his DESTINY, including his abuser.

And where does this leave Jon and Clark?

Here.

The last note before Absolute Power of these two is this bittersweet moment where Jon still isn't fully heard. Where he still doesn't get a full say in what he and Clark's relationship will be. And judging by THIS interview from Mark Waid, this particular idea is about to finally come home to roost:

Lastly, there's of course the Most Found Family Thing Of All that i basically see NO one talk about: The fact that the Irons and the Kents just. Share all their big life events with each other. They're literally not related to each other by blood at all, but throughout PKJ's Action Comics, they ARE family!

Teamwork makes the dreamwork guys!

The superfamily is a wonderfully diverse cluster of relationships and examinations of the way family finds each other. Even moreso than the Batfam, which is often defined by their father-son relationship with Bruce in fanon, the Superfam displays a wide array of the various ways non-nuclear families can build each other.

This is all to say you guys should read PKJ's action comics run. It rules.

(This is also to say Superman 2016 sucks ass.)

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Respawn X Osul-Ra(Red Sun) Fanart!

(First post and course it's gonna be my favorite Respawn ship!)(let's pretend their aged up here.)

I've been obsessing over this shop for like the past two months, does anyone have a good ship name ideas?

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they call me DC Comics cause I also divide my life into pre and post crisis

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Miku fan.

Edit: with a future Miku collection.

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Miku fan.

Edit: with a future Miku collection.

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Hi! I saw ur thoughts about Nika and I honestly agree with you on some points (personally, I dont really like the age gap between Damian and Jon but thats mostly because I didnt know about their age gap because all I know is that they were close in age hence why I shipped them)

However! I do love DamiNika but on the point that I wish Nika and Damian are just friends because for me, Nika is too much of an interesting character to be seemingly downgraded as love interest??? Like, she has too much of a high potential but I guess DC does love wasting it so much, I just wish Nika is like a separate character on her own and not just introduced to be Damian's love interest

Or atleast give her more of an entrance than just a bit of background then she and Damian sharing the kiss in the Lazarus Tournament

(sorry if Im yapping, I just really adore her character sm)

Noo I love it when people are yapping about characters! And I honestly agree with you!

Damian and Nika both understand each other, that's why they are together but I think Nika could have been a cool bad-ass character with or without Damian.

Her being lowered to a love interest is genuinely annoying, she could have done lots and lots with Lord Death Man's empire, Ra's Al Ghost, and her powers.

She could have done so much with her powers.. 💔

Rip nika you would have loved cookie run kingdom

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Actually, Beware the Batman might have been the only animated batman show i feel could feasibly have worked in characters like Victor Zsasz. They already had Professor Pyg and some other really freaky ones, what's impossible about Zsasz? Honestly, that show probably would have done Preston Payne as Clayface, too. A weird man who melts people and loves a mannequin is disturbing, but I feel like that show would've done it. I could even see some of those other really freaky ones, like The Flamingo or whatever. I'm not saying I would have loved it if they played it straight, but the show never did. They found ways to sanitize characters while keeping some of that darkness.

Instead of being an animalistic cannibal, a character like Flamingo could've just been a flamboyant spanish mercenary with a love for violence. I don't love the show (because again, I prefer my stuff to be sillier and lighter), but I could imagine some concepts for a season 2. It's not too hard, because the show was basically dark but not too dark. And I can work in that sphere. I can't work in the world of that new adult batman animated show, because that's too much. But I can work in the world of Beware the Batman. I kind of wish we could get some sort of conjoined retrospective on the three batman shows of the 2000s and 2010s, but I can save that thought for another time.

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Why is the

"Muslim Damian Wayne" Head canon is problematic and disrespectful?? (Coming from a Muslim myself)

1. Conflation of Ethnicity with Religion

People often assume that being Arab or Middle Eastern means being Muslim. But:

Not all Arabs or Middle Eastern people are Muslim.

Talia and Ra’s al Ghul, while often depicted with Arabic-sounding names and cultural cues, are not portrayed as Muslim in canon.

Assuming Damian must be Muslim because of his heritage can erase the diversity within the region (e.g., Christians, Jews, Druze, atheists, etc.).

This oversimplifies and flattens complex identities. It's kind of like assuming every character with Latin roots is Catholic, it’s a stereotype, not representation.

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2. Association with Violence and Terrorism Tropes

This is a big one. Damian was trained by the League of Assassins, an organization often portrayed with exoticized, Eastern, and terrorist-coded imagery (especially in Western media). So making him Muslim, even in a well-meaning headcanon, can unintentionally:

Reinforce harmful tropes of "violent Muslim youth."

Tie Islam to terrorism/violence through association, even subconsciously.

Even if the intent is good, the cultural baggage around Islam and terrorism in media is so heavy that it needs to be handled with care.

3. Ignoring Islamic Values

Damian is canonically a killer as a child (he’s later reformed, but still). Islam, like many religions, values human life very highly, and killing is seen as a grave sin. While people of all religions have done harmful things, portraying a Muslim child assassin without acknowledging how that conflicts with his faith can feel inauthentic,or worse, like a misrepresentation of Islam.

If someone wants to make him Muslim in their fanon, there needs to be:

Nuanced exploration of how he reconciles his faith with his upbringing.

Understanding of how faith might impact his redemption arc.

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4. Taking Space from Actual Muslim Characters

There are Muslim DC characters, like:

Simon Baz (Green Lantern)

Khalid Nassour (Doctor Fate)

Nightrunner (Bilal Asselah, a French-Algerian Batman of Paris)

(They're Muslim i think?? I barely did a research on that)

When fan spaces focus on making existing, non-Muslim characters Muslim, it can:

Unintentionally sideline characters who are Muslim in canon.

Suggest that those characters aren’t “popular” or “cool” enough to represent the faith.

Damian Wayne and Islam rules;

1. Taking a Life Unjustly

> Islamic rule: "If anyone kills a person, unless in retribution for murder or spreading corruption in the land—it is as if he had slain all mankind." (Qur'an 5:32)

Damian’s issue: He’s literally trained from birth to kill. And he has killed. A lot. As a child. Before even turning 10.

While he later tries to reform under Bruce's guidance, his past still clashes hard with Islam’s strict ban on murder.

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2. Arrogance / Pride

> Islamic rule: Arrogance (kibr) is considered a major sin. The Prophet Muhammad (ﷺ) said, “No one who has an atom's weight of arrogance in his heart will enter Paradise.” (Sahih Muslim)

(Gosh I genuinely hope I spelled it right, English is different than how I say it my language)

Damian’s issue: ho, let’s be real. Damian’s whole brand is:

> “I’m the best. I’m better than you. Chop chop. Bow down.”

He constantly throws his pedigree in people’s faces (Wayne blood, League training, etc.). That’s pure pride. In Islam, humility is key.

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3. Disrespect to Parents / Elders

> Islamic rule: Being kind and respectful to your parents especially your mother is one of the most emphasized commandments in Islam. (Qur'an 17:23)

Damian’s issue: He’s constantly beefing with Bruce and (sometimes Talia) straight-up defiant. Yes, Bruce isn’t the most emotionally open dad, but Islam emphasizes respect, even when you disagree.

He also has moments where he talks down to other elders in the Bat-Family, which wouldn’t fly in Islamic adab (etiquette).

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4. Attitude Toward Animals

> Islamic rule: Kindness to animals is mandatory, and cruelty is sinful.

Damian’s saving grace: He does have a soft side for animals — especially Bat-Cow, Titus, and Alfred the Cat.

In this case, he aligns with Islamic values more than most people expect.

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5. Ethical Use of Wealth and Power

> Islamic rule: Power and money should be used justly, not for corruption or domination.

Damian’s issue: He’s the heir to the League of Assassins, an organization that uses power, violence, and wealth to control and manipulate.

Even if Damian tries to break away from that, it's his origin. And in Islam, using power unethically is considered a form of fitna (corruption).

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6. Anger and Revenge

> Islamic rule: "Those who restrain anger and pardon people Allah loves those who do good." (Qur'an 3:134)

Damian’s issue: He’s hella impulsive, hot-headed, and obsessed with vengeance , especially early on.

Restraint is a major part of Islamic akhlaq (character), and Damian often chooses violence before reflection or forgiveness.

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7. Lack of Spiritual Practice

> Islamic rule: A practicing Muslim is expected to:

Pray 5 times a day (salat)

Fast in Ramadan

Give charity (zakat)

Say the shahada (declaration of faith) (I better be spelling these right I'm scared)

Live by the core beliefs of Islam

Damian’s issue: He’s never once shown:

Praying

Observing halal/haram

Speaking of Allah or Islamic belief

Not saying he has to be visibly religious all the time, but there's ZERO sign he follows or even knows Islamic practices.

SO YEAH!!

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I was given some marks so I drew Damian bc Thats…what I do…